China is gone. You are gray-haired and sleepy, taking a nap by the fire. Please take down my poetry collection and read it slowly. Dreaming like a dream will refresh your eyes and ears. They used to be so affectionate and so gentle. How many people have loved your radiant charm, your beautiful face, or sincerity, or acting skills, but only one person! He loves your holy and devout heart! When you wash away the lead and grieve for the beauty, she still loves you deeply! The flame in the furnace is warm and bright, and you gently lower your head, whispering for the withered and extinguished love with a touch of sadness. At this time, he is wandering alone in Qianshan, hiding his face behind the stars and staring at you.
When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars. ── 1893
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take a nap by the fire, take down this book and read it slowly, dreaming of the tenderness your eyes once had and their deep shadows; How many people love your happy and beautiful time, your beauty, true or false love, but one person loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face; He leaned over the burning stove and muttered sadly, how love left, wandering alone in the mountains overhead and burying his face in a group of stars.
When you are old, gray-haired, sleepy, and sleepy by the fire, take this book down, read it slowly, and dream back to the soft light and deep wave shadow you once had in your eyes; How many people fall in love with your joyful and elegant moment, your beauty is true or false love, and one person loves your soul facing the mountains and your changing face. With a little sadness, he leaned over the glittering iron railing. How did love escape? He wandered overhead and hid his face in a group of stars.
When you are old, when you are old, tired and sleepy, take this book down and read it slowly, dreaming of the tenderness in your eyes and the depth in your eyes; How many people love your charming time, your beauty comes from hypocrisy or truth, but only one person loves the sincerity of your soul and the bitter wind and frost on your declining face; Bend down and whisper sadly by the red fireplace, how Cupid escaped, wandering in the mountains overhead, hiding his face among the stars.
When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing in front of the stove, please take this poem down and recite it slowly, dreaming of the soft light and faint shadow of your eyes; How many people have loved your beauty and your joyful and charming youth with sincerity and hypocrisy, but only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the sadness on your withered face; When you lean over, beside the burning grate, you will whisper, with a touch of sadness: the lost love has now climbed the mountain and buried your face in the dense stars.